samedi 14 mai 2011

London '77 - An ordinary afternoon chronicle

It always starts the same way : on saturday or weekday, it's the same . Ha no, a precision: on weekends, it's often worse ... the sparrows are more scattered ... Well, let's go, let’s go now
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But no, we can not, Tim is missing. Tim or not, here we go ... Otherwise ... Otherwise what? We have appointment at the Windmill, he knows it. No matter, he’s already there. Okay, so this time, "let’s go" ... ok .. let’s go ....

Oh, I would like to be able to drive... that's true, I would feel above. But hey, I'm already very happy to be there. Tonight Adverts is here, Rodgert likes them because in the Adverts, there is Gaye. Everyone loves Bored Teenagers ... The Sniffin 'Glue opened the gig, but we don't find it anymore. Rodgert makes a point of honour to be in front us with his car. He’s so slow, that annoys/irritates Beth at the highest point. She's a fast girl, and she is afraid to miss a trick all day long. I need to write that things are happening all the time. Beth is not the kind of dusted chick we see nowadays. Complacency wah wah wah etc... she doesn't care. What she needs is action. She's a real punk rocker. We find her friends of the moment, That often changes.

I live in two different worlds that never intersect: the school one and a more popular (let's call it like that), Raleigh. I can not part with it ... Sure, I could, but I don't want. I must rush myself. In the conversations, the punk words are absolutely filled of common-places, if not stupidity. The only thing that Sid can do is to show himself. On the drums, with Siouxsie, it was zero. And that, I said, Beth replies. "Stop it, he is a super sexy this guy", she can not say anything else anyway. Tim doesn’t care 'cause he is drooling on everything that moves, as long as it wears a dress and it does not belong to the church. And now, and now nothing moves ... In fact the more close it gets, the less it moves.
We are "Lamentable", and that's really good. Sometimes people say that's we are "Grotesque", and that's even better.

Beth had pounded. The seat tilted, she had sneaked to the back, it's like this every time, do not worry. Parking in London since the accident, she no longer wants, now it's Steven who does it... Steven, he tries to learn the drums and he never says anything. He is like that. For once, both cars are not very far from each other. Of course, we do not care where we are. We always find our way....

The most important thing is to be able save ourselves. The clothes, we don't care, tartan pants are probably here, I don't want to say more about this (I don't like the buffoon state), otherwise the Doc Martens, that, that counts. If it's a little violent, it's no worse. I love destructive and nihilistic situations. This really puts the board. The punks don’t speak much, and anyway when they speak, it's just to say some bullshits. Things like "my truck is like my breakdown brain" which is of no interest, in downtown London, in mid-afternoon, a saturday, to say. But we like it.

At the Stranglers, the last time, there was a guy, a too much poseur style,
so I pulled. Now he wears a very short haircut. He had not done anything, but when it's free, it's even better. Finally, when I say he had done nothing, it's not quite true: it's the kind of guy which always brings a point of view about music, and of other stuff too ... but he is nice at times, at times only. Bethsie enervates myself 'cause she systematically adds some vodka in her Coca, I do not drink alcohol. Ha, they come, other guys and musicians, this set is indoors because it's too cold. I go get some fresh air with Tim 5 minutes in the street, too much smokes for me, but don't worry, our sits are kept, of course! A foreigner in this place, they love it, it makes them proud. Rodgert eclipsed with a friend I don't know where, I wanted him spinning £1.20 for entry at the Marquee, and as usual, he screwed up the camp ....

It's really not far away ... there, we do not touch, we do not approach, except for saucers in our eyes ... it's Gaye in person ... She comes for see ... a nice word for everyone as always. Bethsie is not concerned, 'cause she's a hit too, so .... The group did a lot of noise, but no more. I need air, I thought I recognized people from Eater, finally no, I was wrong, but it gave me an excellent pretext, she did not look away, I'm alone for one hour at least. Back around 8pm, I'll come in the queue in front of the entrance along the sidewalk, I do not like to queue ... Some guys will possibly scream, but, at this time, we will probably be over 30 people ...

What matters is to drop complacency, and some Bethsie and her court's ramblings ...... each his own after all. I need to go to Power Exchange rec. label on New Bond Street. Last time, I figured planted as a big pig, I figured pointed at Weling Record. Sure, they had also the single (Saints) I was looking for, but I didn't took it. I need a neat purchase in the original place, it’s like that. The street is huge, but I search. I asked my way in French, it intrigues pedestrians, they understand my pain. It’s absolutely easy : you go away the Oxford street, you descend it on at least 500 yards you cross over in front of the one Hundred that is on your right ... ok? Then you target the first left just after the Hanover Square, or, if you know a little, you cross the Hanover Square. It is not always very very well attended , but it is not too late either.

"Where are you going ?"... She's there, with another girl. "I'm gonna at Power Exchange, I do not need you, the scrolling in the trays I know that you get sick, anyway, I can’t take too much SPs, 'cause for this evening. Or, you keep them during the pogo. Of course, she agrees.

So, there's nothing more to ask anyone. Bethsie grabs my hand and I want to take the one of Deborah. She's not too bad after all. But it does not last, we met Tom. What do you mean? Bah, there's no presentation to make, there is nothing to do, we wait tonight, he scamper away quickly, boredom as always. This appearance of Tom suits me well, he will retrieve the vinyls and I'm free like the bird. I hate overloading. Deborah has broke half a fingernail, but it's okay, we happens anyway. It spits, it screams, there's a lot of people and not a lot of money, just passing time, I suppose. The store is sweating. They debate about the set of the evening. The past does not exist, let alone the future. Wayne is mad, but I've seen him, at the Vortex, with Killjoys before, so I like it. Except its covers, of course, I don't like the second-hand. As I expected, Bethsie bored, so we go out, at the end I did not buy anything, I know I will get back within in the week. If there is one record for the school, there will be one for me.

NO LOINTAIN

It starts. I have no leather jackets. Bethsie has one. I wore a black suit with with vertical stripes. The queue was fast and there's beer. There's always beer. In the beginning the audience is not like a compact group, anyway the hardware is already installed, I am introduced to one or two, they have bands. I printed and then I forget. A month later, I see their faces in the NME ... ha yeah, yeah ... TV makes an appearance, kneels on the edge of the stage, a demand to a roadie, anyway they are good, this is not the case for all, the song I prefer is Quickstep.

The sound at the Roxy is rotten, and like Poly stated "is a bit dangerous. " I do not know how she feels that, and it did not matter 'cause Lauris Driver began the beat. Everyone has agglutinated. One Chord Wonder .... Yeah TV! The empty brain, sweat and blows rain down, happiness crushed in front of the stage, she is on the left. She knows that everyone looks at her, a guy with a huge camera too, it's a big punk show. The crowd makes me go back, I lost Bethsie, the others too. I'm not crazy, I have no watch don't want to be torn, the time is running at full speed, one knows all the lyrics of the songs. Them, they have a guitarist, Lauris hurts, Howard appears to me almost melodic, except when he product screams from his guitar. A guy talks to me, impossible to understand, then tried his luck with someone else. Sometimes, it is recovering, almost calm in comparison of the moments of madness that accumulate by incessant waves. Gaye, this girl must be shy, well, I think so. A guy takes downright beastly attitudes, he's been great, he dropped the jacket and shouting lyrics of Gary, he jumps vertically, very high,we part of him and allowed to do because he is beautiful.

Bethsie find myself in a breath and slips me,'It's great! Gotcha Times indeed ?'. Rather! Gaye, unmoved, always impresses me. One day, I’ll ask her how she did (note: now I can!). Wharfff, is already finished, do not be impatient, there is Wayne within quarter of an hour, a new happiness of the moment. No question asked, it was just an afternoon like another, tomorrow is another set, another madness of the day.